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[Oct. 18th, 2009|01:24 am] |
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It isn't enough to just know what is right.
I suppose, if I had to determine right and wrong then what I believe would be in the right.
Not a particular set of beliefs but a method of deriving them.
An equation of sorts.
Sometimes I feel so enlightened. So... rational.
As if the intrinsic nature of all things was revealed to me.
But...
I can still be swallowed by negative energies.
That dark chasm from which the spew of hell latches its seething tendrils of gummy goo on my soul and reels in ectogasm.
But then the burning iron of my superego severs them.
Yet.
Even Sophia needs to sleep.
And when I dream I dream of dark times.
Hopelessness and fear.
To understand the fragility of our existence on this plane.
Hope is ever my companion.
My neo-beliefs command me to cast of my former veils of dissonance.
To embrace amplification.
It is so clear! as night and day! But the floating void between my matricies of idea...
They leave room for doubts.
I am surrounded by hope and love while many swim in a sea of despair. What can I ask for but peace in my soul.
God willing. May all sentient beings find peace. Amen. |
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